Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Prologue.  This story is based in truth, with lots of embellishments.  As
most authors know, you should never let facts get in the way of a good
story, and while I hope this is a good story, it is a work of fiction, I do
not condone child abuse or child sexual exploitation, this is a work of
fiction, if pre-teen and teen age sex offends you, do not read this story.



   My name is John and I grew up on the outskirts of Anchorage Alaska.  I
didn't know how different life in Alaska was from most other places until I
left and experienced "America" Life there was all about self reliance and
self responsibility.  You had to take care of yourself, your family and
then your friends.  If you got into trouble it was your job to get yourself
out.  You grew up fast there and many things that would shock people in the
"Lower 48" were normal and common place there.  As kids we had a level of
independence that was unheard of in U.S.  cites and towns.

   Anchorage, mid 1970's

   It was Sunday and I was sleeping in late, it was a once a week ritual.
Monday through Friday I had school and Saturday my dad usually had a job
for me to do.  I looked forward to Sundays, nothing to do but laze away the
morning.  This Sunday was different; my dad opened my door and said,

   Get out of bed lazy ass, got a job for you!

   My dad was like that, a man wasn't a man if he didn't have a job.  I
mumbled, ok what's the job?  He looked at me like I was from Mars and said:
Doesn't matter, your going to do it and it pays well.  Get outa bed up and
upstairs in fifteen minutes.

   Ok, I mumbled, like I had a choice!

   My dad had been getting me jobs on the weekends every since I was
twelve. Usually with one of his friends, sometimes it was on a construction
site, sometimes it was pulling wires in a building or any kind of dirty
work most people wouldn't do.  I didn't mind most of the jobs, except I
hated doing insulation work.  Worst job in the world putting in insulation,
always made you itch and nearly drove me crazy.

   I liked the money and it mostly kept me out of trouble, but some of the
jobs were of the type that we didn't talk about.  My dad had spent three
tours in Vietnam; he worked for several governments doing what needed to be
done.  When he left the military he continued as a freelance operative.  He
kept my brother and Mother insulated from his "part time" job but he and I
seemed to have similar dispositions which he recognized early.  I helped
him and his friends prepare before they left on their business trips, I
never knew the details but I was responsible for all the gear and guns. 
Guns were a part of the Alaskan culture, so I didn't really think it was
abnormal that at least once every three months I spent Saturday cleaning
rifles at one of my dad's friend's house.  I would also prepare backpacks
with food and survival gear as well as check out supply lists that my dad
would give to me.  It was clear that the stuff I packed for them was not
your normal camping gear.  Later in life when I joined the military, I
recognized it as tactical gear.

   They also had an odd assortment of weapons.  Not the usual hunting gear.
I also cleaned my dad's guns at the same time.  My favorite one of his was
a Rock Island M21 rifle.  The weapon just looked lethal.  I was never sure
where he got the rifle, you couldn't buy it in hunting stores, but I did
enjoy working on it.  I had tried to ask questions about what they were
doing but Dad always told me to mind my business and just do what he told
me, but he spent a lot of time teaching me to shoot.  One day if he thought
I was ready he would tell me more, but I had my suspicions about what was
going on.  Unfortunately the job he had for me today wasn't really to my
initial liking.

   I went upstairs for coffee and breakfast.

   What's the job?  I asked.

   He looked at me, with a funny smile on his face and said; you're going
to watch Vern's kids for us while we are away.

   What!  I said in Horror.  I am babysitting?

   I couldn't believe it, he woke me up on Sunday to watch one of his
friend brats while they went and did something fun.

   Yup he said smirking; Vern, me, your mom and his wife are heading off to
Big lake.  We will be back on Monday afternoon.  Don't worry; we have
already taken care of school for everyone.  You will make sure the girls
are safe, feed and unharmed when we return.  Is that clear?

   Yes sir!  I responded.  Which of course was the only response permitted?


   Vern and his wife had three daughters and one son.  His son was a snotty
thirteen year old kid that I would rather pound any day of the week as look
at him.  His daughters on the other hand were cute and fun.  I had had a
number of slap and tickle sessions with his oldest daughter, Verna.  I
called her "V" as I could never understand why any parent would name a girl
Verna.  She was twelve years old, and while I felt a bit guilty being
seventeen and kind of molesting the girl, she never seemed to mind.  She
had a nice pair of breasts for a twelve year old, an "Early bloomer", and I
had had the luck of feeling her up a couple of times during our play
wrestling, she was usually grinding her cute little ass on my constantly
hard teenage dick and seemed to enjoy the whole thing as much as I did.

   Mom had breakfast made, Eggs, bacon, coffee and toast, I sat down and
dug in.  Dad said: we are taking off at nine this morning.  You are going
to stay at their place and make sure everything is ok, and I mean OK he
said, giving me a knowing look.  No funny business.  I wasn't sure if he
meant messing with the girls or smoking dope.  He had found my stash about
two months ago, He couldn't prove it was mine and I kept denying it. 
Luckily I had two other brothers and either one could have owned it.  But
it was mine and it cost me fifty bucks, so I was really disappointed at
losing it.

   After breakfast I packed an overnight bag and jumped in the car to head
over to Vern's.  We really didn't have to take the car as they lived up the
hill behind our house, I could have walked and been there faster, but their
plan was to leave right away from their house.  We piled out of the car and
headed in.  Tammy, Vern's wife was at the door when we came up.  She was a
tall busty woman who I always thought was way to hot for Vern.  She kept
thanking me for watching the girls while they made a quick get away, giving
me hugs and rubbing her huge tits on my arms.  She smiled at me when she
noticed her attentions had given me a ragging hard on.

   Vern came in saying, leave the boy alone honey.  We need to go over the
rules.

   Here's the deal he said,

   You don't have to worry about Russ (the thirteen year old boy) as long
as he is in by eight PM and he doesn't get in trouble he is on his own. 
You will make dinner for everyone, it's in the freezer and all ready so you
just have to heat it up.  The girls have to be in bed by ten, and there are
plenty of activities you can do around the house.  You're free to eat
anything in the kitchen as long as you CLEAN IT UP afterwards, you got
that?

   I nodded.

   Good, he said.  Don't burn down the house or kill the kids and we will
be good.  I want a report on Russ when I get back.  What time he left and
when he gets home as well as if he made it to the school bus on Monday. 
Not trying to make you the bad guy, he said, but that is the job, we
square?

   Yes sir!  I said.  I was happy to be a hard ass to Russ.

   He gave me twenty buck for "expenses" as well as a phone number and CB
handle of a friend of his in case there was trouble.  Everyone in Alaska
had a CB.

   Russ will go to school on Monday; you tell me if he doesn't go, you got
that?  He said.

   I nodded as he looked at his son.

   He pulled me aside taking me into the master bedroom and said, my guns
are locked up except the .357, it's here just in case, showing me the gun
in his bedroom nightstand.  Your dad said you are good with a gun and very
disciplined with it.  No one touches it but you, ok?

   Got it, I said.  Feeling more than a little bit of pride at what my Dad
had said about my skills with guns, strange that it was something he never
said to me directly.  Dad had bought me my first gun when I was ten.  I
learned to shoot well and could hit mostly anything I aimed at whether I
was using a rifle or a hand gun.

   You can crash in here, he said.  The room was awesome, it had a king
size bed as well as a nice big TV.  He winked at me and smiled saying, come
here let me show you something.  Pulling out a drawer of the dresser he
showed me a bunch of "Reading Material" saying, these are a special
collection I think you will enjoy AFTER the kids have gone to bed, he said.
Don't tell your Mom, he said winking at me.

   Cool, I said.  Thanks a lot.

   The girls will stay home form school on Monday, he continued.  Their
school is too far away and we usually drive them, we have it all arraigned
with the school.  They play together well and usually get along, so I
expect they will stay out of your way for the most part.  Verna can be in
charge of them.  They can watch T.V.  in the family room or we have lots of
games if you like.  (This was the days before VHS, DVD or Blue Ray.)

   You got any questions?  He grunted.

   No, I said.  I think we are good.

   Good, he said.  I will give you a twenty when we get home and you can
keep whatever is left over from the twenty bucks I just gave you as well.

   Sweet, I thought.  If we didn't spend anything, I was forty bucks ahead
and I got to skip school on Monday, maybe this wasn't such a bad job after
all.

   It didn't take them long to pack up and get in the car, before we knew
it the adults were gone and I was in charge.

   Russ went to his room and V, Carla and Sarah went out to the back yard.
Not really knowing what to do, I followed them out to the back deck.  I had
brought "The Two Towers' with me, the second book in the Lord of the Rings
series and just figured I would read to pass the time.  Most of the homes
in this area had an acre or more of land.  There were lots of unsold and
undeveloped lots around here, with woods surrounding most of the homes.

   I started reading and was just finishing a chapter when I noticed that
it had gotten real quite in the yard.  Looking over the railing, I couldn't
see any of the girls.

   V!  I yelled.

   Yes!  I heard yelled back.

   Where are you guys!

   V came out of the woods across the yard, we're just over here.

   I went down and crossed the yard to take a look at what they were up to.
As I approached V I started looking for the other girls and couldn't see
them anywhere.

   Where are you guys hiding?  I said to V.

   Oh, we have a kind of fort in the wood; it's hard to see unless you know
where to look.

   Really?  That's pretty cool.  Can I come take a look?

   Well, no one is really supposed to know about it.  You promise not to
tell Russ or my parents?

   Sure, no problem.  I said.

   She led me to a dense part of the woods and around the corner of some
bushes and there nicely camouflaged was a small hut.  We had to stoop down
and practically crawl through the small door.  It was roomier inside than I
thought it would be, there were windows for light and an old carpet on the
floor, with several bean bag chairs and pillows for sitting on.

   Wow, I said.  Did you guys make this?

   No, said V we found it when we were exploring.  We made it nice though.
It's a place we can go to get away from Russ.

   Yeah said Carla, He is always trying to grab our boobs.  It's really
annoying.

   Laughing, I said, well I can understand that a bit.  I like it when I
get to feel them when we wrestle.

   Sarah giggled and the other two turned bright pink and stared at the
floor.

   Oh my god, do you really?  asked V.

   Sure I said, I thought you could tell how much I liked it.

   Sarah didn't understand my meaning but V got it and turned even redder.

   I agree with you though, it is a bit pervy for your brother to try and
feel you up.

   Yeah, that's Russ alright just a horny perv.  Said V.

   ALL guys are horny pervs I said.  It's a constant state for us.

   Sarah and Carla were giggling at that one, V looked at me and asked, are
you always a horny perv?

   Yeah, I said.  Most of the time.

   Is that why you like to touch us when we wrestle and stuff?  Asked
Carla.

   Yeah, you guys feel good and have nice bodies.  But I think you like it
as well I said looking V in the eyes and smiling.

   Carla chimed in; I like it when you do it but not when Russ does.  It's
weird.

   Well, it's your body I said, no one is allowed to touch you there or
down below unless you want them too.  You remember that and don't let any
of those horny boys do anything you don't want.  You got that?

   The all nodded giggling at the same time.

   So what were you up to in here?  I asked.

   Just reading and stuff, said V.  but now that you're here you want to
play a game?

   What game?

   Spin the bottle Sarah shouted.  Yeah spin the bottle said Carla!

   What do you guys know about kissing, I asked chuckling.

   We have practiced before said Sarah, Verna's friend Carol showed her and
we talked her into showing us.

   Sarah, you were not supposed to tell!  Said V.

   Oh, it's only John, He won't tell anyone.

   She's right, I won't I added.  Let's play and see how much you have
learned.  Besides, I might get to see you girls kiss.

   Would you like that?  Asked V.

   Yes!  I said, most boys like to see two pretty girls kissing each other.
It's weird because I have never really found any girls who like to see boys
kissing.

   Ewww, said Sarah.  That would be gross.

   Ok, so everyone plays and let's make it more interesting, I said.  As
long as this is a learning session the person who spins gets to ask a
question.  O.K.  everyone ready?

   We sat in a small circle with the bottle in between and started with the
youngest first.  Sarah spun the bottle and we all watched as it finally
spun down and pointed to V.

   Get over her, she said.  Sarah leaned in and they started to kiss.  It
was a sloppy mess and I had to admit it was more funny than sexy.  Sarah
was trying to use her tongue and it was going a mile a minute.  After they
quit and wiped their faces off, they sat back.

   Wow, I said you were very enthusiastic.  Ok, Sarah gets to ask a
question.

   John, who was the first girl you ever kissed and did you like it?  Sarah
asked.

   Well, I started, I won't tell you who, as she was older than me and
married.  Their eyes grew big.  Really Sarah chimed in, how much older.

   Smiling, I responded, old enough to know what she was doing and to teach
me what I needed to know.  I responded.  And Yes, I liked some of it very
much.  She taught me a lot.

   Ok, Carla's turn.  Carla spun the bottle.

   Her first spin landed on herself, so she had to spin again.  This time,
she got the hang of it and it stopped pointing to me.

   Ok, I smiled, come on over here.  She crawled over on all fours and
closed her eyes.

   No, that's not the proper way to kiss at all, I said.  Come here.  I
pulled her into my lap, so that she was on her side and looking up at me,
her arms around my waist and shoulder, kind of like the old Hollywood movie
posters.  I lifted her chin up and said:

   Keep your eyes open and relax.

   She looked a little scared as I leaned in and lightly touched my lips to
hers; I slightly parted my lips and began to slide my tongue very lightly
over the outside of her lips.  She let out a small sigh and opened her
mouth a little letting me enter her with the tip of my tongue.  As the kiss
deepened, our tongues met and slowly began to explore each other.  She
began to unfold like the petals of a flower.  I could feel a little shiver
in her body as our lips parted.

   Wow, she said.  That was nothing like kissing V.

   I am very glad about that, I said.  I am glad you liked it.

   Ok, you get a question, and remember it doesn't have to be to me, it
could be to anyone.

   Ok, she said, but I think I want to ask you about boys.  Why are they so
stupid?

   Ha, I said, that's an easy one.  Mostly boys are about doing and girls
are about thinking and feeling.  So we are not on the same frequency when
it comes to just about everything.

   Huh?  She said.

   Smiling, I said for example...  when a boy likes a girl; he doesn't tell
her he likes her.  Oh no, he does stuff to show her he likes her, but
what's worse and really confusing for you, I said, is that boys don't do
the stuff that girls would like them to do to show that they like them,
rather they tease you or taunt you, to them it's a way for them to pay
attention to you without looking un-cool.  Even though you would like them
to be nice to you, or talk to you they don't know how to do that so they
tease you instead.  You get it?

   So when they tease us and pick on us, it means they like us?  Carla
asked incredulously.

   Yes, I said, exactly!

   But why are they like that?  Carla said.

   Well that's beyond me, I blame God on that one I said, that's just the
way he made us.

   Ok, she said laughing.  I think I understand, so how do I get them to
stop and be nice?

   That's' a good question I responded, but you only get to ask one per
spin of the bottle.  So now it is V's turn.  I said laughing.

   Aww not fair, we all want to know, said Carla.

   Them's the rules I said.

   V spun the bottle, she did pretty well, but it landed between me and
Sarah.

   Ha, I said, another tongue bath from Sarah for you!

   Nuh huh, it is closer to you than to her said V.  looking a little hurt.


   Humph, Ohh Kaaaa, I said drawing it out.

   Don't be hurt, I had noticed her expression; just remember what I just
said about how boys tease.

   It didn't take her long to figure out what I had just said and her hurt
face turned into a big smile.

   She moved over to my lap slowly wrapping her self around me and looked
up to me.  I lightly stroked her face with my fingers gazing into her eyes.
I moved into her pulling her chest into my body as an audible sigh escaped
her, I felt her relax into me like she was melting away.  Our lips met and
a small electric shock went through us both as I parted my lips and let my
tongue touch her, hers parting in response to my movements, we moved in
unison with our tongues touching and then hesitantly retreating, then
moving back in again.

   I tasted her deeply and slowly as she yielded to my probing advances,
each moment increasing in depth and energy as I explored every part of her
mouth.  Her breath began to quicken as did my own.

   I moved my hand to her back and pulled her to me trying to merge our
bodies into one.  As we continued to explore each other, I moved my hand to
her side, then to her front as I traced small circles across her stomach.
Moving up, I began to circle her breast with my finger tips.  Her breath
quickened as I moved closer to my target, circling inward toward her
nipple, then slowly I moved my thumb over her nipple feeling it harden in
response.  I could feel her heart thundering below her chest as she pushed
further into my mouth with her tongue, she was hungry and primal as her
urges took over her young mind.  I felt her hand move to the back of my
head and push me into her mouth even further.  She had wrapped her fingers
in my hair and took a hold that couldn't be broken.

   Her sisters couldn't see what I was doing with my hand on her breast,
but they could sense the intensity and passion that was being generated by
that first kiss.  As we separated, I could hear them both exhale with a
soft Wow!  That was Awesome!

   I agree, I said.  Clearing my throat and trying to get my passion under
control.  She had excited me like no girl my age had ever done.  I had
thought this would be a fun time with some kids but nothing serious, but my
body had reacted like I never expected, my dick was harder than I had ever
experienced before.

   V was flushed and struggling to catch her breath.  I heard soft and
breathy, thanks!

   It took a few moments to compose my self then I said: Ok, What's your
question?  And remember, you can ask anyone!

   Yeah, right she said.  Here's the question, have you ever had sex and
what was it like?

   Oh boy, I said.  That is quite a question.  First of all, you have to
understand.  I could get in a lot of trouble talking with you guys about
this stuff.  My Dad would probably beat me black and blue just for kissing
you guys, let alone telling you stuff about sex.  So you have to promise
never to talk about it, OK?

   We promise, they said.

   Ok, just remember this is serious.  This isn't kid stuff.  I will tell
you, but it means you owe me your silence.

   Yes, I have had sex, I started.  I was thirteen and it was eventually
wonderful, but to begin with it wasn't so good.  I told you about the older
women before.  She taught me a lot of stuff and mostly I am glad about it.
But she didn't love me or really care about me and mostly she was more
interested in what she wanted, than about me.  I could have been anyone. 
This really hurt in the end.  Once I realized what she was about and how
really lonely she was, I began to understand her a little.  But she taught
me a lot about sex and in the end I mostly just felt sad for her.  She
eventually moved away with her husband and I have not heard from her in
some time.

   V moved closer and put her arms around me, I am so sorry she said
looking into my eyes.  Sarah and Carla hugged me as well, one big giant
group hug with us laughing a little and feeling a bit sad.

   Ok, enough of this crap, I said.  We were having fun here, right?

   Right!  Everyone said together.

   So my turn for a spin, I spun the bottle trying to aim at V again but
miss judging, the bottle had too much speed on the spin, going past V and
then Me as well, finally landing on Sarah.

   Laughing, I said.  Ok Sarah time for a lesson, come here.  The nine year
old little girl curled up in my lap as she had seen V do, and looked up to
me expectantly.  I smiled at her and said, a kiss is all about the feeling,
forget everything anyone has told you and just feel, experience it, revel
and play in it.  You are not trying to prove whose tongue is stronger; you
are dancing with them using your mouth.  And try to not slobber so much I
added laughing.

   I lifted her tiny face upwards and leaned down to her.  I touched her
lips softly with mine.  I have never felt softer lips in my life, her mouth
was so small and she tasted so fresh.  I parted my lips and used my tongue
lightly to feel that soft young pink mouth.  She opened to me and I slipped
my tongue into her.  She was eager and energetic as she met me inside her,
wrapping herself around me as I probed deeper.  I stroked her hair and back
as I heard her giggle a bit with delight.  We broke our kiss and she
sighed, that was really good she said.

   Yes, I said, that was they way a kiss should be.

   I looked up and thought I saw jealousy in V's eyes as they met mine.  As
Sarah moved back to her spot, I took V's hand and said, remember this is
only a game.  She blushed when I said that and seemed to relax.  I left my
hand holding hers.

   My turn for a question, and it's toooooooooooooo CARLA.  Who is your
secret crush at school?

   Carla turned red and said, how did you know?

   Ha, well your earlier question kind of tipped me off.  Is he the one
that is picking on you?

   Yes, she said.  His name is Tommy and I do like him.  But I can't tell
if he likes me, and sometimes he is just mean to me, she said looking sad.

   I get it, I said.  Listen, I am hoping it's just that he doesn't know
how to behave, just like you at this point.  Maybe he likes you but he
doesn't know what to do with that feeling.  So here is what you do,
sometime soon, get him alone and tell him this so no one can hear.

   "Hey Tommy, I like you, but you are being a jerk.  I don't like when you
tease me and I would rather you be nice to me and look out for me.  If you
want to do that we can be friends, if you don't then leave me alone please,
It's up to you." Then just walk away.

   This puts it on him, if his behavior changes then you can spend time
with him, but if he continues to be a jerk, cut him loose.  Don't spend a
lot of time on people who make you feel bad, it's not worth it.  He may
just be too young to know how to deal with his feelings, and that is OK! 
Remember you girls mature faster than boys do.  He may just not be ready.

   Ok, she said.  I will try it.  But what if he doesn't change his
behavior?

   Then he never really liked you, or he is just not ready!  It is hard to
read peoples real intentions, and there are people out there who are so
broken that nothing you can do will help them.  It's important to
understand early that not everyone can be saved.

   It was Sarah's turn to spin, she was on her knees and trying to aim the
bottle, I assume to hit me but she gave it to much and it wound up stopping
on Carla.  Looking a little disappointed, she crawled into Carla's lap and
they began to kiss.  This time it was decidedly different than the earlier
attempts.  They took their time and relaxed into the kiss.

   That was awesome I said.  I was again rock hard from watching them play.


   You both did exactly right.  You relaxed and tried to play and enjoy the
experience.  That is what kissing is all about!

   Both girls were smiling at my praise.

   Ok, I said, How about we go get some lunch, any one hungry?

   Hey, wait a minute; I didn't get my question Sarah said.

   Looking at her, a bit reluctantly, I said.  Ok, what's your question,
and remember it can be to anyone.

   It's to you, she said.  (Big surprise, I thought), do you like Verna? 
She asked.

   I blushed a little at the question, and V turned a bright crimson, after
all I was still holding her hand.

   Yes, I said.  I do like V quite a bit I said honestly.  Are we ready for
lunch now?

   Giggling both girls said yes.  We all headed for the house for some
lunch.

   I made tuna fish and pickle sandwiches, with potato chips and soda to
drink.  I asked V to tell Russ that lunch is ready if he wanted some.  I
got plates and cups out of the cupboard and set up everything outside on
the deck so we could eat outside.  It was springtime in Alaska, the days
were getting longer and warmer, and you spent all the time you could
outside when it was like this.  Winter was a different story.  V returned
and told me that Russ wasn't in his room,

   Good, I thought, better that he wasn't around.

   We gathered around the table on the deck with our food and drinks and
settled in for a nice lunch.

   We talked as we ate; I could see that Carla was working up to a
question. I figured it would be about sex so I didn't really encourage her
and tried to keep the conversation light.  We talked about our favorite
places to go, fishing (which the girls were really interested in), hunting
(which they didn't like at all) and just camping in general.  They all like
skiing in the winter and loved to ride snow mobiles.  My Dad had just
bought two new Polaris snow machines and I found myself promising to take
them all riding this next winter.

   Having worked up enough courage, Carla finally asked what was on her
mind.

   John, you said the older lady taught you all kinds of stuff about sex,
like what kind of stuff?

   Well kiddo that is a VERY big question.  Lots of it is way too old for
you, I know you guys are mature for your age, but there is no need to rush
this stuff.  Sarah and Carla, you should just think about being honest with
boys now and maybe kissing stuff.  Remember you never HAVE to do anything
unless you want to and no matter what the boy says, he is not going to die.


   I will make you this promise though, when you know enough to ask the
question, I will always answer it for you honestly.  I learned about this
stuff really early and I have done lots of reading about it, and some
practicing on the subject so I think I have a good handle on it, but some
things still puzzle me, mostly about how girls think.  But I can tell you
pretty well about how guys think, I said with a smile.

   Carla thought about that for a few, then said: OK, so I do have a
question.  Sex is about making babies, right?  So why does everyone want to
do it when they don't really want babies?

   That is a good question Carla, but what you have to understand is that
sex is mostly about being close to another person.  Babies can come from
that, but a lot of times sex is just for fun.  When you start having sex
with someone, your emotions can get all confused; you could even feel like
you love someone but that someone may just not be good for you.  Sex is
very powerful so you have to be careful with who you do it with.

   Is that what happened to you and the older women?

   Yes, exactly.  I was really young and I thought I was in love with her.
I had imagined all sorts of things, she would leave her husband and we
would be together forever kind of stuff.  It took me awhile to realize that
that could never happen.  Besides there is lots of other stuff you can do
when you are younger that doesn't have as much risk.

   What kind of stuff, Sarah asked.

   Sarah, for you, nothing.  You just stick to kissing if you want to do
stuff.  Besides, most of the boys your age won't even be interested in that
and you really need to stay away from older boys.  They will not be safe or
really care about you.  Do you understand that?

   Yes, she nodded.

   Carla, I said, kissing and maybe what they call petting would be good
for you now, but no under the clothes stuff.  If you let a boy get his
hands under your clothes he will want more.

   What's MORE, she asked.

   Touching your boobs and trying to put his hands down your pants.  He
will also try to get you to put your hand on his penis and maybe some other
stuff.  But unless you really want to go there and you really trust the
guy, it's probably best to not let him do this.  Most guys just want to
brag that they "got" something from you.  I hear them all the time saying
that so and so girl did this to them.  Guys lie a lot to make themselves
seem more important to their friends.  I am betting that girls do this
sometimes too?

   Did you ever tell about your older women?

   No, I said, Just you guys actually and only because I trust you not to
talk about it.  I never even told my best friend about it.  They would have
put her in jail and that wouldn't have been fair for me to do.

   Don't' worry no one will tell, said V.  That I promise.

   Carla looked down at the ground kind of shyly and asked, so if we want
can we do some of that stuff with you?

   That one surprised me.  I stammered a bit and have to admit I couldn't
think of what to say.  I glanced at V to see if I could tell what she
thought about that and couldn't read anything.  How about this, I said. 
It's ok with me, IF it's ok with V.

   V smiled at that, I could tell she was getting a little jealous earlier
but now I had put her in charge and I think that made her feel secure.  We
finished lunch and cleared up everything.  V cleaned the dishes and put
them away, while I cleaned up the rest of the kitchen.

   Let's walk to the store and get some ice cream I said!  We can stop by
the creek on the way back and see if the salmon are running.  The store was
a little over a mile away, not really a great distance, and the way back
would be about half again as much, so I figured that would burn most of the
rest of the afternoon and keep the girls from asking to many sex questions.
After playing for awhile at the creek we finally got back to the house
about five.